Sunday, July 15, 2012

Divine Inspiration

A ring on a finger
Makes a spoken-for woman
Use your own words
You say
So I speak your name
The one word that could sustain me
In the lack of all others
I read the lines of a
Writer unwritten in the words
You say
And how could I not spout
These verses
Spelled with the other C to my me
Late in the night to the beat
Of a squeak
But wait
Let me rephrase
Because this is not about coming
But becoming one
And I will speak for me
Through your tongue
Telephone kiss
Sans distortion because
Energy doesn't lie
And neither do tongues like ours
No more a writer without writing
Than a god to a bible
For whom my ink flows
This poet won't shut up
Because I'm spoken for

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